Kenzie

Knock knock knock knock

A loud knock on my door has me running from the shower with only a towel wrapped around my wet body. I look through the peephole, wondering who in the world could be knocking on my door so early on a Sunday morning.

“Nicholas, what are you doing here?” I quickly open the door.

“Kenzie… I…” he stammers and I can feel the heat rushing to my face when I watch his eyes roam over my barely covered body. “Can I come in for a moment?”

“Of course,” I open the door further to allow him to enter before closing and locking it behind us....